“ You should get laid,” Valerie remarked. “ Gee, thanks. Are you saying that I am getting a bit bitchy?” I remarked, dully. “ Yes. Incre...ibly bitchy. You act like your 66, instead of 36. You work, go home, work, sleep, get up, and go back to work. You are just as much of a workaholic as Malcolm,” she told me. “ Damn, Val! That's low. I haven't had a date in a couple of months. He hasn't ever had one,” I exclaimed. “ Try 8 months. Ever since Dean left you, you have holed yourself up in a. Not a girlfriend. But a good friend, so thank you." But you want her to be your girlfriend?" was Becky's pressing question.He sat back in his chair for a minute, looked at his watch, and shrugged. (He looked very nice in his light brown slacks and silk shirt.)"Well, who knows? Anyway, glad to see you both. I think I really should finish picking up around here." With that, made a move to stand up, but Becky stopped him, placing her hand on his arm. "Oh, don't get up! I didn't realize it was a. I knew I wasn't getting that key back without doing this and,despite how much I hated those blowjobs at the time, I'm now incrediblehorny, and with that also incredibly submissive. I slowly take a fewsteps towards one guy. He's blonde with a kind and gentle looking face,relatively tall (couple of inches above me even with me in heels) andslightly toned arms.I can hardly believe what I'm about to do, but as I approach him, I closemy eyes and reach up onto my tiptoes to meet his lips. I can feel. I could see the sky thru the trees but it was almost as if done on a blue screen, as there was no depth to what I could see beyond 20-30 yards. The light of the moon was clear as there were no leaves on any of the trees. Andi sqeezed my hand hard as I heard the large heavy footsteps not 50 feet in front of us, on the forest floor, just short of a left hand bend in the trail path. Suddenly, as the the ‘thing’ stepped forward, I heard Andi’s soft voice in my ear. ‘What is it? Do we run?’ I looked.